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It's like they went into my head, and got me the perfect trope bingo card
| handcuffed / bound together | au: crossover | road trip | fork in the road | au: historical |
| unrequited love / pining | au: supernatural | bodyswap | au: mundane | kidfic |
| sharing a bed | unexpected friendship | FREE ★ SPACE |
food porn | telepathy / mindmeld |
| huddle for warmth | in vino veritas / drunkfic | soul bonding / soulmates | snowed in | role reversal |
| au: alternate professions | presumed dead | mind games | poor communication skills | au: fairy tale / myth |
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De l'autre côté...
Je faisais mon épicerie quand j'ai vu une face qui m'était familière, non pas dans les files grouillant d'impatience, mais souriant d'un stand de magazine.
C'était la face d'une de mes anciennes élèves, 3 ans auparavant, et maintenant une des finalistes de La Voix (émission calquée sur The Voice).
Je n'étais pas certaine que c'était bien elle: n'était-ce pas hier que j'enseignais encore? N'était-elle pas trop jeune pour participer à un tel concours? Pourtant, j'ai la mémoire des visages et je la voyais encore en jupette d'écolière, l'air maline, mais d'une vivacité d'esprit certaine. Après tout, quelle élève est un ange à l'âge ingrat de 15 ans?
Comme si j'avais besoin d'un rappel que la vie passe en un clin d'oeil.
Et maintenant, je vois sur mon fil Twitter des fans de Charlotte qui l'encouragent. Je ne peux m'empêcher de ressentir un peu de fierté pour avoir contribué, ne serait-ce que quelques mois, à son éducation.
YEAH, I DON'T EVEN KNOW GUYS
C'était la face d'une de mes anciennes élèves, 3 ans auparavant, et maintenant une des finalistes de La Voix (émission calquée sur The Voice).
Je n'étais pas certaine que c'était bien elle: n'était-ce pas hier que j'enseignais encore? N'était-elle pas trop jeune pour participer à un tel concours? Pourtant, j'ai la mémoire des visages et je la voyais encore en jupette d'écolière, l'air maline, mais d'une vivacité d'esprit certaine. Après tout, quelle élève est un ange à l'âge ingrat de 15 ans?
Comme si j'avais besoin d'un rappel que la vie passe en un clin d'oeil.
Et maintenant, je vois sur mon fil Twitter des fans de Charlotte qui l'encouragent. Je ne peux m'empêcher de ressentir un peu de fierté pour avoir contribué, ne serait-ce que quelques mois, à son éducation.
YEAH, I DON'T EVEN KNOW GUYS
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J'aurais préféré un gouvernement majoritaire, mais bon...
J'ai suivi les élections sur les médias sociaux hier. Quelle surprise de voir autant de haïne envers le Parti Québécois.
Je l'avoue d'emblée: Je suis souverainiste et j'ai toujours voté Parti Québécois.
Voici les 3 arguments contre un gouvernement péquiste qui reviennent le plus souvent:
1. Xénophobie/racisme, etc.
Être péquiste ou être souverainiste ne veut pas dire être xénophobe ou raciste. Ce ne sont pas des synonymes et c'est insultant de les voir utilisés comme tels. Les objectifs du PQ visent effectivement la préservation de la langue française et la souveraineté du Québec. Cependant, nous ne sommes plus à l'époque de Parizeau qui expliquait la défaite du référendum par le vote ethnique (il n'avait probablement pas tort, par ailleurs...) Rappelons-nous qu'il y a uniquement UNE langue officielle au Québec et c'est le français. (La seule province officiellement bilingue est le Nouveau-Brunswick.) Il est normal qu'un gouvernement qui cherche à faire du Québec un pays cherche par tous les moyens à préserver cette langue. Ce n'est pas une mesure basée sur la race (les Français, les Belges, les Marocains, les Algériens, les Sénégalais, les Vietnamiens, entre autres, parlent également le français), mais bien basée sur le survie d'une particularité propre au Québec.
À plusieurs reprises, le Parti Québécois a parlé d'un «nous» rassembleur. Un Québécois, c'est un citoyen canadien vivant au Québec partageant la culture, les valeurs et la langue québécoises. On est loin du Front National de Le Pen.
(En passant, saviez-vous que malgré le passage successive de plusieurs gouvernements péquistes, il existe encore aujourd'hui des écoles juives, musulmanes, arméniennes et autres subventionnées par le gouvernement provincial comme des écoles privées?)
2. Hausse des taxes
N'essayez pas de me faire croire que les plus riches n'iront pas voir leurs fiscalistes lorsque le moment sera venu pour contourner le système par tous les moyens légaux possibles. Cette hausse des taxes promise, je l'appelle la taxe des riches stupides. Les riches n'ont jamais été et ne seront jamais les personnes les plus taxées ici.
3. Référendum gagné = crise économique
Le Québec regorge de ressources naturelles et de gens qualifiés. Il serait étonnant qu'advenant la souveraineté, le Québc s'affaisse comme un soufflé raté. Le 20e siècle a vu naître des dizaines de nouveaux pays et la plupart d'entre eux n'avait pas autant de richesses que notre province. Si nous voulons un pays comme peuple, je suis persuadée que nous serions capable de le faire fonctionner.
*
En somme, nous avons déjà eu plusieurs gouvernements péquistes par le passé. La province n'a pas explosé. Les chevaliers de l'apocalypse ne sont pas apparus. Laissez la chance au coureur!
(P.S.: Je n'essaie pas de convaincre quiconque que le souveraineté est la meilleure option. J'ai mes raisons et je suis certaine que les fédéralistes ont les leurs. Je respecte ça.)
Je l'avoue d'emblée: Je suis souverainiste et j'ai toujours voté Parti Québécois.
Voici les 3 arguments contre un gouvernement péquiste qui reviennent le plus souvent:
1. Xénophobie/racisme, etc.
Être péquiste ou être souverainiste ne veut pas dire être xénophobe ou raciste. Ce ne sont pas des synonymes et c'est insultant de les voir utilisés comme tels. Les objectifs du PQ visent effectivement la préservation de la langue française et la souveraineté du Québec. Cependant, nous ne sommes plus à l'époque de Parizeau qui expliquait la défaite du référendum par le vote ethnique (il n'avait probablement pas tort, par ailleurs...) Rappelons-nous qu'il y a uniquement UNE langue officielle au Québec et c'est le français. (La seule province officiellement bilingue est le Nouveau-Brunswick.) Il est normal qu'un gouvernement qui cherche à faire du Québec un pays cherche par tous les moyens à préserver cette langue. Ce n'est pas une mesure basée sur la race (les Français, les Belges, les Marocains, les Algériens, les Sénégalais, les Vietnamiens, entre autres, parlent également le français), mais bien basée sur le survie d'une particularité propre au Québec.
À plusieurs reprises, le Parti Québécois a parlé d'un «nous» rassembleur. Un Québécois, c'est un citoyen canadien vivant au Québec partageant la culture, les valeurs et la langue québécoises. On est loin du Front National de Le Pen.
(En passant, saviez-vous que malgré le passage successive de plusieurs gouvernements péquistes, il existe encore aujourd'hui des écoles juives, musulmanes, arméniennes et autres subventionnées par le gouvernement provincial comme des écoles privées?)
2. Hausse des taxes
N'essayez pas de me faire croire que les plus riches n'iront pas voir leurs fiscalistes lorsque le moment sera venu pour contourner le système par tous les moyens légaux possibles. Cette hausse des taxes promise, je l'appelle la taxe des riches stupides. Les riches n'ont jamais été et ne seront jamais les personnes les plus taxées ici.
3. Référendum gagné = crise économique
Le Québec regorge de ressources naturelles et de gens qualifiés. Il serait étonnant qu'advenant la souveraineté, le Québc s'affaisse comme un soufflé raté. Le 20e siècle a vu naître des dizaines de nouveaux pays et la plupart d'entre eux n'avait pas autant de richesses que notre province. Si nous voulons un pays comme peuple, je suis persuadée que nous serions capable de le faire fonctionner.
*
En somme, nous avons déjà eu plusieurs gouvernements péquistes par le passé. La province n'a pas explosé. Les chevaliers de l'apocalypse ne sont pas apparus. Laissez la chance au coureur!
(P.S.: Je n'essaie pas de convaincre quiconque que le souveraineté est la meilleure option. J'ai mes raisons et je suis certaine que les fédéralistes ont les leurs. Je respecte ça.)
Les débordements de la police à l'Université de Montréal
Un de mes anciens professeurs d'histoire de l'Université de Montréal, François Furstenberg, s'est fait frapper à la matraque par la police parce qu'il prenait des photos des débordements résultant du conflit étudiant.
Croyez-vous encore que la police fait sa job?
(Crédit: Al Ex)
Croyez-vous encore que la police fait sa job?
(Crédit: Al Ex)
I am looking for a book
I'm looking for
Help would be very much appreciated.
The Alchemy of Desire
by Tarun J. TejpalHelp would be very much appreciated.
Next week...
I'm on vacation. For a week. I want to do something. Get out of the house. Maybe out of the country. Any suggestions?
It changes you...
being gainfully employed. Having no trouble at all with your bosses. Not waking up in the middle of the night because you stomach is cramping up with nerves with the arrival of the morning, and the monsters in your classroom.
It makes me antsy, this calm and aimless job.
It's stupid. I'm 25. I want a lot of stuff out of my life. I'm not ready to settle down, and let that be my life.
It wouldn't be a bad life, but it wouldn't be all it could be.
I never thought I was particularly idealistic, but apparently, I was and I am. Choosing education as my degree should have been my first and biggest clue. No one goes there for anything less than wanting to change the world/shaping minds/sharing knowledge.
My boss told me the other day that he wouldn't have kept me if he couldn't see me there with him five years from now. My first reflex was to tell him that five years is a long time. (It is. I'd be 30 by then.) I don't want to be there in five years. (That, I didn't tell him. I'm not totally stupid.)
Sometimes it feels like I'm just sabotaging myself at every step. I can't help it. I've been raised by fucked up people. I can't even tell if what I'm thinking is making any sense.
I want to go back to school. Get another degree. I want to travel. I want to meet new people. Experience new things. I'm sick and tired of being so cautious, so responsible, sensible, polite, reasonable... It's a bitch not being able to scream, to rage, to explode. Not that I particularly want to do that at the moment, but because even if I wanted to, I just couldn't do it.
I remember that summer when I actually felt like a normal person (for a change), I met an old classmate of mine through a series of circumstances, and we hung out a lot that summer. We had all-nighters, got drunk, squatted at his friends' places, had parties, went to the amusement park. It was spectacular: Feeling the cool breeze of dawn, eating the greasiest food known to man, waiting for the rest of the city to wake up so we can crash for a few hours. Not a care in the world.
That summer, it did feel like I could fall in love. Something else I've never managed to do.
Then school started. We didn't keep in touch. In retrospect, he was a bit of a douche. He was horrible to a lot of people, but I was too infatuated to see all that. Now, he's working at Bombardier as an engineer. What do you know, that's what he said he wanted to be in our yearbook.
I wanted to be a teacher.
I'm not sure I still want to be a teacher.
But I sure as hell don't want to be a legal assistant for more than a year or two.
(My mom wants me to get married. This is so not happening.)
Not sure I should even post this, but the universe might help me if I do. Maybe.
It makes me antsy, this calm and aimless job.
It's stupid. I'm 25. I want a lot of stuff out of my life. I'm not ready to settle down, and let that be my life.
It wouldn't be a bad life, but it wouldn't be all it could be.
I never thought I was particularly idealistic, but apparently, I was and I am. Choosing education as my degree should have been my first and biggest clue. No one goes there for anything less than wanting to change the world/shaping minds/sharing knowledge.
My boss told me the other day that he wouldn't have kept me if he couldn't see me there with him five years from now. My first reflex was to tell him that five years is a long time. (It is. I'd be 30 by then.) I don't want to be there in five years. (That, I didn't tell him. I'm not totally stupid.)
Sometimes it feels like I'm just sabotaging myself at every step. I can't help it. I've been raised by fucked up people. I can't even tell if what I'm thinking is making any sense.
I want to go back to school. Get another degree. I want to travel. I want to meet new people. Experience new things. I'm sick and tired of being so cautious, so responsible, sensible, polite, reasonable... It's a bitch not being able to scream, to rage, to explode. Not that I particularly want to do that at the moment, but because even if I wanted to, I just couldn't do it.
I remember that summer when I actually felt like a normal person (for a change), I met an old classmate of mine through a series of circumstances, and we hung out a lot that summer. We had all-nighters, got drunk, squatted at his friends' places, had parties, went to the amusement park. It was spectacular: Feeling the cool breeze of dawn, eating the greasiest food known to man, waiting for the rest of the city to wake up so we can crash for a few hours. Not a care in the world.
That summer, it did feel like I could fall in love. Something else I've never managed to do.
Then school started. We didn't keep in touch. In retrospect, he was a bit of a douche. He was horrible to a lot of people, but I was too infatuated to see all that. Now, he's working at Bombardier as an engineer. What do you know, that's what he said he wanted to be in our yearbook.
I wanted to be a teacher.
I'm not sure I still want to be a teacher.
But I sure as hell don't want to be a legal assistant for more than a year or two.
(My mom wants me to get married. This is so not happening.)
Not sure I should even post this, but the universe might help me if I do. Maybe.
I am ready for winter to be over.
This grey, cold, windy and miserable time of year is making me depressed.
I want a bit of green, a small breeze, and a chance to wear a dress if I want.
I want to take a deep breath and not choke on the little knives of cold getting into my nasal cavities.
I want to be able to kiss someone's cheek and not smell the cold on them. (Or menthol for that matter.)
Arg. Now I know why people living in Siberia are more likely to kill themselves.
I want a bit of green, a small breeze, and a chance to wear a dress if I want.
I want to take a deep breath and not choke on the little knives of cold getting into my nasal cavities.
I want to be able to kiss someone's cheek and not smell the cold on them. (Or menthol for that matter.)
Arg. Now I know why people living in Siberia are more likely to kill themselves.
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In Montreal and looking for a job?
My place of employment is looking for a new legal assistant for the copyright and entertainment law department!
Read description here: http://www.ljt.ca/fr/recrutement/job_24.sn
Interested? Let me know, and I'll reference you.
(It's a great place to work at. It's small-ish for a law firm, and the people are super nice.)
Read description here: http://www.ljt.ca/fr/recrutement/job_24.sn
Interested? Let me know, and I'll reference you.
(It's a great place to work at. It's small-ish for a law firm, and the people are super nice.)
How reality trumped fandom
or How I Failed Yuletide.
At this point, it's no secret that my new job is actually a lot like Donna's in Suits. In reality, as a legal assistant, I should, and am, doing exactly what she does in the show, minus the eavesdropping. I don't have that privilege yet.
Thus, I should have known that it would be a monumentally stupid idea to sign up for Yuletide this year. Because my time is rarely my own these days. Because it's not rare anymore that I'm needed for a bit of overtime.
Expect the unexpected, they say. Thursday, the 22, my last day of work before the Holidays found me still typing away on my work computer at 5:00 p.m. People around me, admins, paralegals, associates, and partners alike were getting ready for the Christmas cocktail in Room 1. I was also expected to make an appearance: to look at the pictures taken at the holiday office party, eat some hors d'oeuvre and partake in the champagne. Gifts were given, and wishes were exchanged. At the back of my mind, I was still thinking about work and how I wanted to get rid of the government papers on my desk before the new year. I went back to them after half an hour of chatter, and printed them out on official stationary. Next step? Find my boss and one of the other managing partners to sign the letters.
And this is how I went home at 7:00 p.m., when in actuality my shift ended at 5:00 p.m., ate and found myself in front of the computer 5 minutes before the Yuletide challenge deadline looking at the countdown in horror. Paralyzed. Trying to write something slightly above mediocre, and failing.
And the worst of it all is that I was given Suits to write... (and had two drafts to choose from.)
At this point, it's no secret that my new job is actually a lot like Donna's in Suits. In reality, as a legal assistant, I should, and am, doing exactly what she does in the show, minus the eavesdropping. I don't have that privilege yet.
Thus, I should have known that it would be a monumentally stupid idea to sign up for Yuletide this year. Because my time is rarely my own these days. Because it's not rare anymore that I'm needed for a bit of overtime.
Expect the unexpected, they say. Thursday, the 22, my last day of work before the Holidays found me still typing away on my work computer at 5:00 p.m. People around me, admins, paralegals, associates, and partners alike were getting ready for the Christmas cocktail in Room 1. I was also expected to make an appearance: to look at the pictures taken at the holiday office party, eat some hors d'oeuvre and partake in the champagne. Gifts were given, and wishes were exchanged. At the back of my mind, I was still thinking about work and how I wanted to get rid of the government papers on my desk before the new year. I went back to them after half an hour of chatter, and printed them out on official stationary. Next step? Find my boss and one of the other managing partners to sign the letters.
And this is how I went home at 7:00 p.m., when in actuality my shift ended at 5:00 p.m., ate and found myself in front of the computer 5 minutes before the Yuletide challenge deadline looking at the countdown in horror. Paralyzed. Trying to write something slightly above mediocre, and failing.
And the worst of it all is that I was given Suits to write... (and had two drafts to choose from.)
Time-less
How do people who work full-time still have time left to have a social life? Every time I get a new job, I always find myself being too tired to want to do anything else after a shift. And when I have time during the week-end, it seems everyone else has plans with other people already.
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Whenever I feel like shit these days...
I watch this, and it never fails to make me grin like an idiot. I've probably watched it a few hundred times now.
Source(x)
Source(x)
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Recently,
I've become aware that I was stagnant while everyone else around me was moving around and away. It's not a good feeling to be having.
It's possible I need to get away and start over.
It's possible I need to get away and start over.
I keep forgetting I have a DW
I've been very busy. Learned a bunch of stuff. Made some very good work friends. Done some very fancy stuff.
(Got invited to a fancy restaurant that served molecular cuisine. The bubbles are NOT soap. Also, they don't serve normal coffee. I also volunteered at a scotch tasting reception. Met a bunch of very rich people, and came home with a bunch of orchids.)
It's been a challenge, doing a lot of things I wasn't prepared for. I love it here, but I don't want to stay in my current position. I have a bachelor degree, and I plan to use it someday. Yes, I've been offered to stay, but I'm not sure the positions I've heard about are for me at all. We'll see.
I've had the best time just doing something else. Not focusing so much on fandom. It made me put stuff in perspective. It made me appreciate the people I've met through fandom, but who I now consider real good friends. We talk about our lives. We focus on our other common interests: music, culture, etc. I still go through my flist, and read fics, and watch vids, but it doesn't feel like an integral part of myself anymore.
Nothing makes you realize how serious you were taking things like a bunch of seriously insane and delusional fans. I realized that I never wanted to be like them.
Lastly, I'll try to crosspost more. I just never remember to do so. I was surprised that I still remembered my DW password.
(Got invited to a fancy restaurant that served molecular cuisine. The bubbles are NOT soap. Also, they don't serve normal coffee. I also volunteered at a scotch tasting reception. Met a bunch of very rich people, and came home with a bunch of orchids.)
It's been a challenge, doing a lot of things I wasn't prepared for. I love it here, but I don't want to stay in my current position. I have a bachelor degree, and I plan to use it someday. Yes, I've been offered to stay, but I'm not sure the positions I've heard about are for me at all. We'll see.
I've had the best time just doing something else. Not focusing so much on fandom. It made me put stuff in perspective. It made me appreciate the people I've met through fandom, but who I now consider real good friends. We talk about our lives. We focus on our other common interests: music, culture, etc. I still go through my flist, and read fics, and watch vids, but it doesn't feel like an integral part of myself anymore.
Nothing makes you realize how serious you were taking things like a bunch of seriously insane and delusional fans. I realized that I never wanted to be like them.
Lastly, I'll try to crosspost more. I just never remember to do so. I was surprised that I still remembered my DW password.
capsule de vie
Ma session d'hiver est terminée et je commence ma session d'été. Je suis inscrite au microprogramme de didactique d'Anglais Langue Seconde. J'adore ça jusqu'à maintenant. En gros, c'est un cours qui nous explique le processus du "language acquisiton". Le cours est donné en anglais. Ça fait changement.
J'ai trois cours à suivre durant cet été et juste un mois de congé: juillet :/ Ce premier cours est donné jusqu'à la fin du mois de mai les mardis et mercredis soirs, ainsi que deux samedis.
À part ça, c'est le train-train quotidien.
J'ai deux périodes de remplacement à faire lundi matin.
J'ai trois cours à suivre durant cet été et juste un mois de congé: juillet :/ Ce premier cours est donné jusqu'à la fin du mois de mai les mardis et mercredis soirs, ainsi que deux samedis.
À part ça, c'est le train-train quotidien.
J'ai deux périodes de remplacement à faire lundi matin.
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First post!
I do have a livejournal, and the chances are I'd continue using it for the time being. This Dreamwidth account is basically my safety net.
I might change my mind later on.
I might change my mind later on.